Faulty Multi-Culturalism
As I entered the Barbershop at Brudenell Road at Headingley on a quiet Sunday morning, the last thing I wanted was anything or anyone to disturb my piece of mind. Things went as per plan and my hairdresser was about to finish his job when a group of young men entered the shop wanting to get done what I was just about to finish. My barber was chatting nineteen to the dozen with me and I was constantly reminding him that I didn’t have much to say as I was only three months old in England. The conversation revolved around his curiosity to know if I was enjoying my stay in the UK. <read on...>
- submitted by Nirali
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